Behind the mirror is a girl
Who looks a bit like me
But I'm a bit more real
And darker inside, see?
She smiles, you would never guess
That inside she cries
And screams and screams in silence
As she lies and lies
Her skin is scarred like mine
With deep rivets in her arm
The freshest one day old
Such a cause for alarm
But no one seems to see
Or hear her as she cries
As each day she withers
And ever slowly dies.
Poetry does replace cutting sometimes. Since I started writing I don't cut half as much as I used to. Only sometimes the pain inside of me is so, SO much! Every time I reach for my blade I...
Behind The Mirror
Published: June 2012
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